Okay, tonight, I suppose I'm just making a bunch of new stories. It will probably come back to bite me in the butt, but I'm bored, so I'm doing this. I already made a Kickin' It fic tonight, with two chapters already, but, I love this show, so I'm going to make another one.

SUMMARY: Jack's a silent, but intense orphan. He's passed around from one foster home to another, never making friends, always getting kicked out. That's exactly what he expected when he joined the Bobby Wassabi foster dojo. Odd name for an odd group. The parent is somewhat of a crazy man, the kids actually get along, and they all kick butt, or, try. Kim is one of the attendees. She's the niece of the owner and is outgoing with an attitude, can she break Jack out of his carefully constructed shell, or will he be a lost cause?

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. I don't own Kickin' It.

JPOV

Have you ever played pinball? You see how the ball is bounced randomly around, not on it's own choice, but the choice is made from the levers that always take it in very shortly before pushing it away like nothing. The ball always starts safe and sound, but once in motion, the game is lost to the hole at the bottom. Well that's how my life is. I'm the pinball, well, metaphorically.

My parents died before I was even born really. Sad story, my father was rushing my mother to the hospital when she was having terrible contraptions and they got in a car crash, my father died instantly, but my mother survived only long enough for the doctors to perform a C-section to get me out alive.

My granddad, Pops, as I always called him, took me in, retiring from his job of training action stars for their movies. He raised me for 12 years. His interest in Karate rubbed off on me and I had black belt by the time I was 9. by the time I was 12 I managed to get my 3rd degree black belt. Soon after, Pops' age caught up with him and one of the greatest Sensei's died from a heart attack.

Did I give up Karate? Heck no! It connected me to him in a way that most people don't bond with their grandpa's. No, I just didn't do Karate publicly. It wasn't hard when kids ignore you. I guess I give off a dangerous vibe or something. I've been to too many Foster homes in the past 4 years that I cant count them on all my fingers and toes. It's one thing to go into a foster home from an unhappy family at a young age, it's another thing to go to one after living with someone who loved you until you're almost a teenager. My social worker didn't even try to talk to me anymore when he transferred me from house to house. I don't even know his name nor cared.

He pulled the black car up to one of the craziest foster homes I had ever known. I haven't even been inside, but come on, it was located in a mall. Yeah, it looked like some kind of dojo across the street from a crappy restraint, I would be kicked out by the end of the month.

I hesitated to step out of the car. That is until my arm was tugged excitedly by a short man and he pulled me into a bear hug. I stayed stock still as he closed his eyes and buried his head into my chest, seeing as I had a few inches on him, me already being 6' 1" and he looked to be around 5' 6".

He finally pulled away but didn't look regretful in the slightest.

"I'm Rudy! The kids and I have been waiting for you for a week! Come meet them!" He pulled my hand but I stayed still, causing him to yank back. He looked back at me and smiled, "Come on!" He tried again, getting the same result, "Come on!"

I fought the urge to smile, and I never have to do that. My social worker stepped in then, "Rudy, Jack doesn't like to be touched. You might just want to lead him in."

Rudy nodded and let go, I followed him silently inside where a… dummy was…beating up… a boy…?

Yeah, it was a dojo alright. There was a blue mat on the floor with Bobby Wassabi's face in the middle. Punching bags and dummies were scattered around the mat. There were only a few trophies lining a shelf and weapons of variety hanging on the wall. Right across from me was a doorway that lead to who knows what. To my right was a door-less entrance that lead to two halls that separated into what I guessed were the rooms.

The boy trying to fight the dummy was a skinny red head that strangely looked like a bird. A Hispanic kid was holding the dummy for him, making sure to keep it still. What caught my eye was across the room. A dark kid was practicing some moves. He was shaky and uncertain in his maneuvers. He wasn't what caught my eye though, oh no, the girl he was training it was what caught it.

She had shiny, long blonde hair that was up in a half pony tail. She was correcting the kid's stance and demonstrating, from what I could see, she must've lived here for quit some time.

The four kids hadn't noticed me yet. Well that is until Rudy clapped his hands together.

"Kids, Jack's here."

He was barely finished when the boys all crowded around me, saying introductions at once that I had no hope to understand. Yeah, I'm claustrophobic and this wasn't working for me, so I did the only thing I knew how to do, I fought.

I didn't even have to think about what I was doing when all 3 boys were on the floor with shocked looks along with Rudy and the girl off to the side, I suppose my Social Worker left sometime when I was distracted by the dojo, for he was gone.

The girl giggled, "Well he'll definitely fit in," She laughed again before walking up to me, "I'm Kim, I'm Rudy's niece."

I nodded briefly at Kim. She was even more beautiful up close. She had soft brown eyes and a petite form and a look in her eyes that warned everyone not to mess with her.

Next, came the dark kid, "Hi, I'm Eddie, this is Milton and Jerry." He signaled to the nerdy kid and then the Hispanic kid.

"Not swag, yo!" The Hispanic kid exclaimed, "I wanted to introduce myself!"

Milton rolled his eyes at Jerry and looked at me, "I apologize in advance for anything Jerry says or does."

"Hey there's no need for-yeah you're probably right." Jerry cut himself off with his own agreement.

I nodded sharply and Eddie loomed near me, causing me to flinch away from his curious eyes, "Do you speak?" I kept silent, seeing where this would go, he turned to the rest of the gang, "Maybe he doesn't speak English."

Jerry pushed past Eddie and started speaking Spanish at me. My eyes widened at the unknown words coming out of his mouth.

Then it was Milton's turn to push past, "Jerry, he obviously doesn't speak Spanish," then he stood closer than even Eddie and spoke loudly and carefully, "Can. You. Hear. Me?"

I couldn't take it, I pushed past all of them and held up my hands, speaking for the first time since I got here, "I'm quiet, not deaf. Where's my room?" my face was emotionless the whole time and everyone got the right idea that I didn't want hang around much louder.

Rudy clapped his hands again, "Okay, um, Kim, show Jack his new room. Boys, get back to work."

Everyone agreed and Kim tugged on my sleeve to get me walking. I sent a cold look to her, but she just ignored it and dragged me through the door-less entryway and to the right where I'm guessing all the boys' rooms were.

"You know, no one's benefiting from your silence and glare. You can at least attempt at being nice to the boys, they're very sensitive."

I rolled my eyes, "I'll be out of here by the end of the month." I stated.

Kim stopped and turned to me, "If the Wassabi Warriors start something, we are going to finish it. We're not quitters, here's you're room. Be out in two hours for lunch. Make yourself at home, you'll be here for a while."

I watched as she walked away, amazed at her words of wisdom. As I lost sight of her, I opened the door to my new room, not bothering to examine it and flopping on the bed, falling into a deep sleep, with Kim's words echoing in my head.

Yup, well, first chappie! I hope you enjoyed and please Review! It makes me update faster!

~COCO